Tears Flow Too Late

Synopsis

When the out-of-control car barreled toward us, my fiancé Julian and my brother Lucas let go of my hands at the exact same time. They turned in unison, both reaching out to pull my adopted sister, Mia, to safety. I was sent flying by the brutal impact. While lying in a coma at the hospital, fragmented conversations drifted into my ears, completely shattering whatever hope I had left in them. When I woke up, I didn't cry or make a scene. I simply stopped caring about any of them. I quickly arranged for a hospital transfer and left the country, vanishing from their world entirely. Five years later, New York. The first thing I did upon returning to the city was visit my mother at the private family estate cemetery on Long Island. I had just placed a bouquet of white lilies in front of her marble headstone when hurried footsteps sounded behind me. I turned around and saw my brother, Lucas, whom I hadn't seen in five years. He stood a few steps away, the white lilies in his own hands dropping onto the grass. "Chloe... is it really you?"